Seeing the results of his casual blow, Harry suddenly had the urge to shoot the armored transport truck completely, tear down the opposite wall, and crack the glass curtain walls...
A kind of desire found the shadow of temptation in his heart...
Sensing something was wrong, Harry quickly adjusted his breathing to calm himself down.
"This kind of power is really powerful! It seems that I need to work hard to train my willpower in the future!"
The blood crystal wings behind him flapped slightly, maintaining Harry's suspension. He shook his head, finally suppressing his suddenly strong desire for destruction, and secretly speechless at the same time.
This miraculous power that Apocalypse describes comes from the evolution of life, which he calls the life form of Ghoul.
Apocalypse told Harry that while this kind of power brings evolution, it also makes people like destruction. If the willpower is not enough, they may become bloodthirsty monsters.
But what Apocalypse didn't tell him was that this was a flaw he left deliberately to force Harry to continuously strengthen his willpower, thereby indirectly strengthening his spirit Divine Power.
He doesn't want Harry to become a person controlled by power. Without a strong spirit Divine Power, the future Path to Godhood and Harry are destined not to go far.
As for the shortcomings of being able to only eat human flesh to survive, Li Ge certainly did not specifically design it. This method of obtaining energy was directly changed by Li Ge into accumulating energy by eating a lot. Of course, meat has the best effect.
Harry simply thought that his current willpower was too weak, so he could not fully control the powerful power given by Li Ge, but he did not expect that Li Ge had such considerations.
"Huh? What kind of ability is this?"
Putting aside his thoughts about other places for the time being, Harry focused his attention on Flint Marko in the middle of the street.
Flint Marko, which almost collapsed into a pile of human-shaped sand, has re-condensed into a human-shaped shape. It just doesn't look like a real person, but an exquisite sand sculpture.
Flint Marko looked up with solemn eyes at Harry, who was floating in mid-air like Blood Crystal Angel. The clear blood crystal armor and the long sword on his arm told him that Harry was not easy to mess with.
Especially the blood crystal wings that kept Harry suspended, Flint Marko's eyes stayed on them for the longest time.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the cash transport truck that was in close contact with the street corner. The dagger-like blood crystals remaining on it were extremely dazzling. The driver had passed out and airbags were filling the cab.
"D--!"
The piercing sirens echoed in the empty streets, making Flint Marko feel agitated.
"Who are you and why did you stop me?"
A hoarse and rough voice came from Flint Marko's mouth, making Harry, who had been staring at him, come back to his senses.
The corners of his mouth under the mask raised a playful arc. Harry did not hesitate to control his wings and twitched slightly. Dozens of blood crystal thorns were shot at Flint Marko without any intention of answering.
Why do you think Harry changed the uniform designed for him by Li Ge? It was not to hide his identity.
Harry was cautious enough, considering that voice could also reveal his identity, so he didn't speak at all.
Flint Marko didn't expect Harry to be so direct. The flying blood crystal thorns were already close to him before he could react. He just had time to turn slightly.
However, a small part of the sufficient number of blood crystal thorns pierced through his body directly, forming several fist-sized holes, and then nailed to the cement floor with unabated force.
"Sand... sand... sand..."
"Ah~! Damn it!"
Wisps of sand flowed down from the holes in Flint Marko's body, and his originally cautious eyes suddenly became fierce.
The flowing sand was reabsorbed into his body before it hit the ground, and the big holes gradually shrank and became flat again.
Then the sand on Flint Marko's body squirmed, his right hand swelled, he bent down, made a fist, and punched the swooping Harry hard.
"Bah--!"
Harry's long sword passed directly over the huge sand fist with his powerful force, almost removing Flint Marko's shoulder and cutting off half of his arm.
"Ah--!"
Flint Marko roared, seemingly venting his pain, but he waved his severed arm close to the separated sand and quickly integrated into his body.
Then his arm rolled up and turned into a long tentacle, which wrapped around Harry's arm before he could take it back, and based on this, he tried to tie up the entire package of Harry.
Sensing Flint Marko's intention, Harry quickly slashed down with the long sword in his other hand, cutting off the tentacle.
He subconsciously threw the sand wrapped around his hands outward, and at the same time flapped his wings to raise his height again.
However, Flint Marko's reaction was not slow. As soon as Harry made a move, his sand body became elongated and he almost grabbed Harry's feet with his good hand.
Harry, who was preparing to dive again, was shocked.
And Flint Marko was not polite and directly wrapped Harry's calf with the sand on his hand, and then threw it to the ground.
"Bang!"
"Uh--!"
Harry was almost knocked out of his lungs after being thrown to the ground. Flint Marko gained the upper hand and showed no mercy. The sand wrapping around Harry's calf became thicker again, and the other leg was also entangled with it.
Then he directly pressed his whole body up, sat on Harry's body, clenched his fist and hammered Harry's head hard.
"Whoa--whoa--!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Flint Marko punched with all his strength. He wanted to send Harry away as soon as possible. The police car that had been following him was about to catch up. Time was running out, and the money in the cash transport truck was still waiting for him to collect.
"Shet!"
Although Flint Marko's fist was very heavy, Harry's body was now incredibly strong, and he just felt a dull pain.
However, the current humiliating posture also made Harry a little angry, so he naturally cursed.
The wings behind him moved forward, directly blocking Flint Marko's fist, and then a circle of sharp blades protruded from the blood crystal armor on his legs and directly cut off the sand.
Harry's wings pushed hard, pushing Flint Marko directly away from his body.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Harry quickly flew into the air, not giving Flint Marko a chance to get close to him.
Harry's eyes stared fiercely at Flint Marko who had regained his balance below, and the face under the mask was full of anger.
Why couldn't I help but approach this guy?
Obviously I can slowly consume him through the blood crystal spikes fired from my wings, so why should I overestimate my combat experience and fight him in close combat?
When he thought of his embarrassing appearance just now, Harry couldn't help but regret it.